My brooch.

Its normal to feel bad when you can't find one or two of the crystals in your brooch. Or when it changes colour that its not as shiny as it used to be. As much as we want to protect it, use cutex or whatever to stick it, if you can't find it, you can't. You can't, if it doesn't want you to find it. No matter how much you try to not look at the brooch, no matter how much you try to ignore the lost pieces, you just can't really do so.



Because when you lost those tiny tiny parts parts, you lost the beauty of the whole thing.



Like life, you tend to lose yourself when you're losing the things that makes you, you. It just feels bad when you know nothing about everything- when people never told you stories you want to hear. But life goes on....buy a new brooch. Even when its not the same- or so they would say. And i would answer: even if you got a new brooch, can you totally forget the old one? Can life really go on?



Its funny how you would think that all i said is lost is related to things you assume i meant. Hmm. how shallow can the human mind go? Because i consider even the tiniest detail to be a part i treasure. Even the smallest of crystals.



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Nevertheless. Life is good. Though university works, being scolded and practicals and all sucks life out of you, its actually quite fun. Life is good. Just lonely. My brothers are off to Perth with the cousins tonight.